Lord Infamous - Helloween lyrics

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Lord Infamous - Helloween lyrics

[Intro: Satan talking] I am the leader of the underworld Beg to my children Follow me, come with me to hell This is all time chant, Black Rain Happy Halloween... [Verse 1: II Tone] Yeah I'm back motherf**er Never left, da f** you mean? sh** I'm dining with the devil Cause he down with the team You can take it how you want On a mission for that paper Underworld demonic soldier Ain't no secrets, 'bout to caper n***as k**, blood spill What the f** did you expect? sh** I'm crazy in the head But still don't (?) "Blood Money", "After Sics" "The Man, The Myth" was for the nation But that fire in my soul Bump this here on gospel station See I practice what I preach So listen close so you can learn Plus I'm walking on that fire If you try yo body burn Bodies rottin' in my basement Corpes burnin' in the field Since I've seen a man cry before he died That's what it is See I never show remorse Let's take a look off in my face Got you beggin' for yo life But Lucifer (?) closed the case Full of powder, c**a shower sh** I'm high as I can be Murkin' city, murder capital It's Memphis Tennessee [Hook: Satan] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] BLAY! I'mma make sure (?) He wanna come tamper I quickily damper He wearin' a pamper I stuff him make (?) In back of the (?) Trick don't get me amped up Leave you rot like terminal cancer Need a transfusion of plasma Declared a f**in' disaster They can't patch your bloody a** up ba*tard Leave your ghost like Caspers Somebody best call the pastor To pray for his (?) after Don't get captured by this venomous rapture I'm the body snatcher Scarecrow hoe don't get me snow Let the damn Mac-90 go Right (?) fro (?) you that soul glow Ain't enough damn tissues For my motherf**in issues Lunchin' missiles operation Obliveratin' deadening a population Situation not a face of mutilation Occupation n***a bakin' Life takin a holy saint You better change the f**in' topic Before I hold yo a** for hostage Hit you in yo f**in' sockets Have you needin' (?) optics Got a pump with thunderdome Spill intestines on yo gun On some Hanibal Lecter sh** Eat your f**in' brains for brunch [Hook: Satan]